The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 7

For the rest of the day it was on and off tears, and hardly moving off of his bed unless it was to use the bathroom. Peter could care less about whatever you did, so long as you stayed inside the apartment, everything emotionally would be fine with him. While you were doom scrolling on social media, or playing the mindless games you loved, he was there by your side. Anytime you wanted to speak, you had his full undivided attention. If you wanted to be held? He could provide that for hours.

If you wanted to leave...? Well, you didn't ask for that thankfully.

You'd decided to take a shower, just to ease the remaining stress from everything. He didn't mind it so much, as you were still in his home. Although, he did suddenly hate the door that stood between you and him all of a sudden, and the lock that clicked shut when you went inside. Regardless, the moment you were out of sight, he took his growing collection of your items from their various hiding places, and moved them into his "office." He was very proud of his growing collection on a mat in front of the photos. Perhaps you'd like them too. After all, this was proof of his dedication to you, and you alone.

The bloody knife he stashed away in his drawer earlier was now the centerpiece. One of what would be two different knives displaying his undying love for you. This was one of two pieces that would prove he could protect you. He was aware of the fact that you'd be shocked to see this, but it would be handled as calmly as he could do it. He expected several different reactions. You were only human after all. Even still, your love for each other would cure all aches and wounds, and you'd both live happily ever after together.

Fuck. How long had the water been off for?

Today was not the day for you to see what he had done. Today was not the planned upon interaction to reveal how far he'd go for you. You had literally just said you loved him for the first time, this was moving far too quickly. You'd call him a monster, a freak. He shook his head violently, effectively stopping the thoughts from screaming. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale and find the keys in your pocket. Exhale and walk to the door.

He exited the room and managed to lock it before you left the bathroom, a sad smile on your face. The shower seemed to have calmed you down and-

Fuck you looked adorable with your hair still wet.

His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. You met him as he moved, a soft yet long moment commencing as he pulled you against him. Relief was the only thing he felt in this moment. Relief that you were real, and that you were here with him. Relief that you were almost completely his. Relief that he was completely yours, too.

Nothing else mattered now.

Well, okay. One thing still had to be removed.

Almost nothing mattered except for your body against his. The intimacy was making him drunk, solidifying his complete addiction to you.

You pulled away, a small blush covering your beautiful cheeks as you looked away. "Thank you for all of this, YB." You said with a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He replied, far too quickly for it to just be a normal response. Had you not started laughing, he would've been worried. He was trying his best to move at the pace you needed, and he understood completely that you most likely needed to move slower than he wanted. That was very evident by the fact that you turned his offer to have you move in with him down. It was a little unfortunate though. If you agreed to move in, he wouldn't have to be planning to keep you here by force. That was a short time from now though.

As of right now, he was leading you to the couch, where he'd play your favorite movie as he made dinner. Your spirits seemed to be higher post shower. Course, he believed wholeheartedly that the kiss was what really made you feel better about everything, but the truth of that didn't really matter at all. What mattered was that you were feeling even the slightest bit of recovery from losing your roommate.